And calls Lucina to her throes;

But, whether by mischance or blame,
Atropos for Lucina came,

And with remorseless cruelty

Spoiled at once both fruit and tree.
The hapless babe before his birth
Had burial, not yet laid in earth;
And the languished mother's womb
Was not long a living tomb.

So have I seen some tender slip,
Saved with care from winter's nip,
The pride of her carnation train,
Plucked up by some unheedy swain,
Who only thought to crop the flower
New shot up from vernal shower;
But the fair blossom hangs the head
Sideways, as on a dying bed,
And those pearls of dew she wears
Prove to be presaging tears
Which the sad morn had let fall

On her hastening funeral.

Gentle Lady, may thy grave

Peace and quiet ever have!

After this thy travail sore,

Sweet rest seize thee evermore,

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Whilst thou, bright Saint, high sitt'st in glory,
Next her, much like to thee in story,
That fair Syrian shepherdess,

Who, after years of barrenness,

The highly-favoured Joseph bore

To him that served for her before,

And at her next birth, much like thee,
Through pangs fled to felicity,
Far within the bosom bright
Of blazing Majesty and Light:
There with thee, new-welcome Saint,
Like fortunes may her soul acquaint,
With thee there clad in radiant sheen,
No Marchioness, but now a Queen.

husband of night (Negx) - mother of

Thonates (Death)
Hypnos (sleep.

L'ALLEGRO.

HENCE, loathed Melancholy,

Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born

In Stygian cave forlorn

'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy! Find out some uncouth cell,

watch which

You's keep
Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings,

And the night-raven sings; d

There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks,

As ragged as thy locks,

oddysey

of perpetual
darknes

In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.

But come, thou Goddess fair and free,

to call

In heaven yclept Euphrosyne,

of 3 graves
Birth one
Aglaia (Brightness?

And by men heart-easing Mirth;
Whom lovely Venus, at a birth,
With two sister Graces more,

To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore:

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L'ALLEGRO

Or whether (as some sager sing)

or preferably
by the dawn.
West wind

The frolic wind that breathes the spring,

Zephyr, with Aurora playing,

As he met her once a-Maying,

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There, on beds of violets blue,

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And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, (shakespeare

Filled her with thee, a daughter fair,

good lookin

So buxom, blithe, and debonair.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,

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tuck

Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles,

Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;

Anatomy
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And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,

To live with her, and live with thee,

In unreprovèd pleasures free:
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And, singing, startle the dull night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
Then to come, in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good-morrow,
Through the sweet-briar or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine;
While the cock, with lively din,
Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack, or the barn-door,

O pad die,

Excouples bud

Stoutly struts his dames before:

Oft listening how the hounds and horn
Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,
From the side of some hoar hill,

Blatch

progress

Through the high wood echoing shrill :
Sometime walking, not unseen,
By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green,
Right against the eastern gate
Where the great Sun begins his state,
Robed in flames and amber light,
The clouds in thousand liveries dight;
While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whistles o'er the furrowed land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his scythe,
And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

arranged

counting them

Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
Whilst the landskip round it measures :
Russet lawns, and fallows grey,

Where the nibbling flocks do stray;
Mountains on whose barren breast

The labouring clouds do often restgated.

Meadows trim, with daisies pied;
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosomed high in tufted trees,

Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Hard by a cottage chimney smokes
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met

Are at their savoury dinner set

Of herbs and other country messes,

Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses;

Variegated in color
Shahspeare

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And then in haste her bower she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,

To the tanned haycock in the mead.
Careless
Sometimes, with secure delight,

The upland hamlets will invite,

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And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holiday,

Till the livelong daylight fail:

Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,

With stories told of many a feat,

creau

How Faery Mab the junkets eat.

Aarh

Masame

counter delicacy Romeo + Juliet

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She was pinched and pulled, she said; people around all

Make 9. M.

And he, by Friar's lantern led, gook a loutern
belling the tale of 9. M
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat hobgoblu
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn
That ten day-labourers could not end;
Then lies him down, the lubber fiend,

And, stretched out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength,

And crop-full out of doors he flings,

Ere the first cock his matin rings.

Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,

to bed

at night joys of city

By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,

Where throngs of knights and barons bold,

In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold,

With store of ladies, whose bright eyes

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